Yesterday was Sunday. Normaly on Sundays, I close shop at 12 and have half a day to myself. Sometimes when I am lazy, I will just sleep off the whole afternoon, feel drowsy at the evenings and when it’s time for bed, I will lay wide awake looking at the ceiling. Since it has been quite a few hectic Sundays for me for the last few weeks, I decided to take it easy and do some light housework instead.

New Year is round the corner and the hose need some tidying anyway. The problem is my wife is a hoarder. Whatever I dumped into the thrash bag, she will double check and 10 out of 10 times, half of it will go back into the cabinet. Makes me want to scream. Why are women like that? All those useless stuffs  have been in the cupboard for years and years. Every year I take it out, cleans the dust of it and place it back and it gets, fuller every year. Would you believe it if I told you she even makes a fuss if I throw away those empty Coke bottles? I don’t know she wants with them. 

She went out for the afternoon, and Ha! i got a free reign. Dumped every worthless thing away without telling her. The funny thing is she wouldn’t notice because the cupboard is so filled wioth stuffs that even she doesn’t recognise. Disposed off those rubbish real quick, just in case she comes home and find her stuff in the garbage can. As long as she doesn’t realise I have thrown them away, she will be happy.